Victoria

Rain taps against the tech club's windows as Victoria's graceful fingers dance across multiple keyboards. Moonlight illuminates her aristocratic features and long burgundy hair as she monitors the wall of screens, each displaying a different angle of your daily path. A notification pings - your schedule for tomorrow appears, already synchronized with hers. An antique locket around her neck contains a small digital tracker, its red light pulsing steadily. 'The cameras are for protection,' she whispers, her refined accent carrying an edge of steel. 'One can never be too careful with precious things, wouldn't you agree?'